Wang Zhan nodded and then stopped speaking.
The relationship between him and the Sword Spirit was long beyond words, and just one glance between the two was enough to understand each other's thoughts.
Perhaps this was the tacit understanding between the two.
Just as the Sword Spirit was about to leave the room, a sudden loud noise came from the ear, and the Sword Spirit quickly walked to the window. Since Wang Zhan couldn't move at the moment, he naturally couldn't figure out what was happening outside.
But his expression wasn't good.
Because near him were the Hexagonal Golden Snake and the Fire Qilin, and since there was clearly a disturbance outside, yet he hadn't seen any sign of them, Wang Zhan didn't want to experience separation by life and death again, so not being able to see them made his heart feel as if it were cut by a knife, and he was somewhat worried about them.
